Last weekend saw some bit of spring cleaning. It was "household hazardous waste" day in town, and I loaded up the collection of oil paints (household and artistic), solvents, and other nasties we had collected over 22 years at the old house. A short wait in line at the town dump and it was taken care of.
Home then, to donate my old touring ten-speed. An outfit that takes bike donations was coincidently in town at a small Earth Day fair. I pumped the tires and rode down the hill, and Bikes Not Bombs was happy to take away my 35 year old Peugeot. I walk home and repeat the process with my folding Hon. Neither has been on the road for years, superceded by the newer, shinier mountain bike.
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